User blog comment:Llamao/A Disappearing Act/@comment-1298206-20111107044731/@comment-3094815-20111224191108

The squirrel nods As you wish but the look on her face tells that it is not customary for those living in this place to eat with the servants Follow me she says and opens a hidden door behind a tapestry in his room, the servants door and heads down several long corridors, weaving on a path known only to herself and Fer until they reach a wooden door which opens into a bustling kitchens